This is a short story I wrote a couple months back that is an adaptation of a Super Deepthroat dialogue of mine that I also wrote. I do hope you’ll all enjoy reading this one (written from a female POV):
First, there’s the knock at my door that almost makes me fall from my chair, and then there’s that same monotonous tone from my secretary.
“Mrs. Blair, your client is ready. Shall I let him into your office now?” she asks from behind my closed door. *Ugh, great. Naptime just has to be over, doesn’t it?* I think to myself in my sleep-deprived stupor. An hour ago, I was doing research for around six different cases before dozing off.
“Uh, give me a moment, Linda. I just need to clear some things up first,” I drowsily reply, almost slurring. After a couple more seconds of shut-eye, I finally force myself to get up. I’m really going to miss laying my head on my cool desk.